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The track Nu Fu Ni Fa by Ska-P was the song of the moment as Mary rolled down the sidewalk on her skateboard, its wheels noisily clattering against the concrete as it travelled over cracks. Soon, the moment would change, and so would the song as her iPod cycled through a playlist that was aptly named "The Soundtrack to MJ Lovelock's Life."
Mary Jane swerved and dodged numerous obstacles, often finding herself having to resort to moving around or over objects and most of the time, people. It was nearing the late evening, but street lights and store signs failed to illuminate as the blazing California sun continued to watch the city of Chula Vista. This would not be true for long, however, as for every second that passed, the sun dipped deeper and deeper into the horizon, and where the city was scorched by the sun's gaze during the day, it became frigid once its sister, the moon, began babysitting.
Bored and tired of being on campus around the same assholes during every hour, MJ decided she'd take a trip out to the nearby city of Chula Vista and scope out some good rails and locations for skateboarding. She had to admit that the Chula Vista campus did have some nice spots, since it was a school it had several ramps, railings, and staircases, but MJ felt the need for a change in environment.
Perfect. she thought to herself as a path opened up for her: a clear section of sidewalk ending in a 6-set of stairs. Her right foot pushed against the concrete to gain velocity, and when the time came, she ollied, propelling herself and her skateboard forward and through the air, over the set of stairs. The ball of MJ's left foot pushed down on the board, causing it to flip just before she landed.
When the wheels of her skateboard hit the pavement, MJ gave herself a little mental nod of approval for landing a kickflip. This sense of accomplishment would be short lived, however, as almost immediate after landing, she crashed full-force into another person. At the speed she was going, the collision was going to be painful for both parties as they tumbled along the ground in a heap of flailing limbs and curses (coming mostly from MJ).
T'was another day in the life Tiao Lei Shen, former pillar, former rebel, and current gangster of the West Coast. Tiao walked in a simple pair of jeans, T-shirt and a khaki jacket, the breeze often times bringing in a chill even on a summer night in San Diego.
Tiao had been shopping around the Chula Vista area, picking up simple groceries like bread, water, and soups to take back to the Club, also his current residence. Unfortunately, just like in San Fransisco, parking wasn't the greatest in the down town areas, even in the smaller city of Chula Vista. After school he had driven down town to peruse, ending up venturing a good distance away from where he had left his car.
As a result, Tiao had a paper bag of groceries in each arm, pinning them to his chest as he walked down the sidewalk. Blocking out his peripheals, Tiao wasn't nearly as aware as he should have been, as he hadn't recognized that there was a person right around the corner until he heard them land, quickly followed by a crash.
As soon as the girl would land down the stairs, she would plow directly into Tiao, sending both of them to the ground. Thankfully, Tiao was able to fall with enough grace that he didn't hit his head. Even more thankfully for the girl, she would land atop Tiao and his groceries, saving herself from all perhaps a scraped knee. Grocery bags pinned between him and the girl, Tiao's eyes trailed as the skateboard kept going, rolling into the street as a Semi truck ran over it.
"Shit!" the raven-haired girl exclaimed as she landed on top of the other person, the palms of her hands and knees taking the brunt of the fall and getting scraped up in the process. The person below her got the worst of it, especially since his groceries had almost been crushed beneath her 135-pound frame and a few items had fallen out of the crinkled paper bags and onto the sidewalk. Of course, given Mary's nature, she was quick to turn the blame on the other party involved in the accident, showing no interest or concern for him or his groceries.
Immediately she rose, quickly brushing off her black and blue tartan skirt and black zip-up hoody and taking a look at her knees, which began to bleed, though it was nothing that required immediate, if any, attention. "What the fuck, man!" MJ cursed at the boy, "You should watch where you're going! And I can probably skate better than you any day!"
Her gaze left the boy and she appeared to be searching for something, her head turning from left to right while her eyes trailed behind to survey the ground. "Speaking of skating, where the 'ell is my skateboard!?" Mary got more flustered for every second that passed. She was almost frantic, but for good reason; her older brother had given her that skateboard on her fourteenth birthday, after the first skateboard she ever owned had broken. It was only her second skateboard, and it held plenty of sentimental value. She would be crushed if it was lost or stolen.
The girl got up, not hesistating to shift the blame towards Tiao. He set what was left of the paper bagged groceries next to him, pushing himself up to his feet as well. Tiao eyed the girl with a raised brow, unbelieving of where she chose to point the blame. Surprisingly, however, Tiao Lei Shen wasn't angry. In fact, he was almost reminiscent, the girls explosive fiery anger reminding him of himself in the early days of Hircine.
"Big words for a girl who can't land a simple ollie." Tiao Lei Shen snickered back, playing directly into her arrogance.
She looked around for her skateboard, bringing a sadistic smirk to Tiao's face. The girl was currently on such a high horse, he'd be more than happy to show her what had happened to her board. It was too bad he didn't have his board with him. He didn't of course, finding little time in the past year for his recreational surfing and skating. If he did, however, he may have been more inclined to show the girl her faults.
"It rolled right out there. Look, you can see the pieces in the street."
Mary's eyes snapped back to the face of the boy, who had now revealed himself to be an Asian that didn't look much older than herself, as he made a remark about her skateboarding abilities. "Tch," she scoffed in response, "it wasn't an ollie, eff why eye; I just landed a kickflip when you suddenly appeared out of nowhere and got in my way!"
A few passer-bys glanced at the scene of the two teenagers exchanging angry words (well, most of the anger was on Mary's part), but they did little more than that after meeting Mary's threatening glare. Her temper, while she has learned how to control it much better in the past few years, still flared up every once in a while, and when it did, every annoyance or irritation, no matter how miniscule or neglible, added fuel to the fire. In this case, it was the prying eyes of Chula Vista's civilians and the fact that her board was nowhere in sight.
"Don't fucking look at me!" she yelled at the innocent people walking by before returning her attention to the Chinese boy, the root of all of her current vexation, as he spoke up for a third time. What he said immediately filled the girl with shock and dread, her face closely resembling that of the painting 'The Scream'. Her eyes were wide with disbelief and her mouth was held agape, and she turned her head slowly, as if to prolong the time before having to witness the truth of the boy's words.
When she saw the remnants of her board, a hand shot up to cover her open mouth as she muttered "Oh my God." Anger was quickly smothered and replaced by sorrow, and Mary immediately ran out into the street, ignoring the screeching tires and blaring horns as she searched for the biggest pieces of what remained of her board. One jagged piece of wood she picked up conjured the image of stabbing the Chinese boy in her head, but the thought was quickly dismissed as she returned to the sidewalk.
Even though stabbing was out of the question, injuring was not; the sorrow had been replaced almost as fast as it had came, anger welling up in the girl as soon as she laid her eyes upon the boy. She chucked the biggest chunk of her skateboard at the boy, which was the splintered tail with the trucks still attached, and cursed out loud once again.
"I think it's debatable whether you landed it or not."
Tiao smirked, getting more of a rise teasing the girl. While he wouldn't typically feel bad for it anyways, the way he saw it (which is the way it was EF WHY EYE) she ran into him. She had no rights to be angry, meaning Tiao would only feed the fire she'd started herself. The right thing to do? Probably not. Justified? Tiao thought so.
The ex-pillar took more than a little amusement out of her reactions, beginning to wonder just how far into emotional sadism he was dwelling. She walked into the street, clueless to the traffic around her. Tiao briefly thought about walking out to get her, as he didn't really want to see her get run over. By the time he decided he didn't care that much, however, she began to walk back and therefore solved her own problem.
Had Tiao not been watching with both amusement and bemusement, he might not have seen the piece of board flying his way. Pivoting on his left foot, he slid his right foot back onto the same line, turning ninety degrees clockwise. As the chunk of wood and metal smashed into the staircase behind him, Tiao eyed the girl lazily, simply for the reason he expected it to piss her off the most.
"Woman, you should be careful. Playing traffic, throwing shit at me. You're going to get hurt if you keep acting out like this."
Much to Mary Jane's chagrin, the Chinese boy seemed to effortlessly avoid the flying piece of skateboard. A hit would have been much more satisfying, and could have possibly quelled her anger for the time being, but unfortunately that was not the case. Instead, the missed shot, along with the boy's smug attitude and snide remarks, only helped further agitate the already irate girl.
Throughout the duration of the altercation, Mary Jane had been yelling at a rather high volume. Her iPod had still been pumping music into her ears, forcing her to raise her voice loud enough so that she could hear herself over the music. "Pray For Darkness" by the Cancer Bats was now playing, a song that was a little more aggressive than her usual taste in music; it was quite fitting for her current mood.
She could not hear what the Chinese boy said most of the time, but what she did hear was enough to earn a reaction from her. Especially what came out of his mouth next -- Mary caught every word. The first mistake he made was calling her woman. "Excuse me!?" she said, clearly offended by what the boy had said. She walked right up to him, leaning over so that her face was only an inch or two from his, and her hands gestured on either side of her with shards of wood while she screamed at him. "I should be careful? Don't fucking tell me what to do! I'll do whatever the fuck I want to!"
On that note, she took one of the more pointed fragments of her skateboard in her right hand and thrusted it forward, plunging it into one of the boy's bags of groceries. She pulled the shard down, the wood easily tearing through the bottom of the paper bag and causing its entire contents to spill onto the sidewalk. He had caused her emotional distress; the least Mary could do to repay him was cost him some money and possibly dinner.
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Tiao Lei Shen tensed his quadriceps, preparing to evade yet another hostile action. Just as he was about to, however, the attack came short of his body, instead attacking the bags in his hands. Paper bags were a weak choice it seemed, as the shard of wood sliced it in half, the milk and eggs falling to the sidewalk in a mess at their feet.
Well, that was a rude.
Instead of verballing expressing his dissaproval, Tiao would shove his left hand forward, pushing the other grocery bag in her face to block her line of sight. Dropping what was left of the bag in his right hand, he'd snatch that hand forward, pulling on the earphone's cord to glide the Ipod out of whatever pocket it was residing in. Sliding his hand down the cord he'd grip the ipod, taking a step back and leaving the grocery bag in her hand as he ripped the machine away from the earphones. Making sure she saw him first, Tiao would hesitate just before taking a step to the left and whipping the Ipod down the road as far as he could.